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around him.
    “Fuck you.” Sterling shouted.
    Logan laughed harder.
    Rhys’ attention never wavered from Krista.
    She nodded. “Okay.” She waved, turned and ran off toward
    the SUV.
    “Bye babe!” Logan shouted.
    This irresponsibility wasn’t like Sterling. It wasn’t like Logan
    either for that matter. The two were friends and together more
    often than not and generally kept each other out of trouble.
    Rhys shut the door, his jaw clenching.
    Sterling lay on the floor in front of the hallway on his back
    with his arms flung wide. His button up black shirt was
    unbuttoned halfway down his chest and half untucked from his
    jeans. He looked…delicious.
    Logan lay beside Sterling, still cackling. He too looked
    ruffled, with his undershirt hanging out, below his sweater, or
    maybe that was the style nowadays.
    “Logan. Guest room. Sleep it off.” Rhys stepped forward to
    get Sterling up when his tangy scent finally reached Rhys over
    the alcohol. Rhys’ eyes shifted, his cock hardened. Fuck. He
    did not need his damned body overreacting now. “Sterling are
    you—”
    Logan stood up immediately. “I’m not tired.”
    Rhys raised a brow and narrowed his eyes. Don’t even think
    about it, pup. Why couldn’t Logan be afraid of him like Matt
    was?
    “Goodnight Rhys. Night Sterling.” Logan flushed slightly and
    hightailed it down to the hall to the guest bedroom.
    Rhys’ blinked his eyes back to normal and reached down
    toward Sterling. “Sterling, are you okay?”
    “Yup, I was taking Logan to the guest room and he made me
    run into the wall.” He didn’t sound drunk. Sterling shook his
    head, then opened his eyes. “Thanks, I knew you’d make
    Logan stay.” Catching his hand Sterling sucked in a breath and
    gasped, leaving his mouth open. His eyes shifted, his fangs
    dropped and arousal filled the air. He wobbled to his feet,
    depending on Rhys’ hand an awful lot to leverage himself up.
    When he got to his feet, he wrapped his arms around Rhys’
    neck.
    Studying Sterling’s face, Rhys’ caught his waist. Sterling was
    not drunk, he had had some alcohol from the smell of his
    breath, but he was sober. “What’s going on?”
    “Oh god. You smell so…” He sniffed and closed his eyes.
    “Mmm…” He surged forward, pressing his face into Rhys’
    neck, nuzzling. Mashing his erection up against Rhys’ hip he
    rocked back and forth.
    Rhys bit back a moan, unwound Sterling’s hands from his
    shoulders and turned him toward the master suite. “Cut it out.”
    He nudged Sterling down the hall. Letting Sterling sleep with
    him, was probably a really bad idea. “Bedroom, now.”
    Grinning, Sterling swaggered toward Rhys’ room. “Okay.”
    Oh great. Rhys didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but he
    followed Sterling. Rhys shut the door. “Now what is going
    on?”
    Sterling sat on the edge of the bed unbuttoning his shirt. “That
    party was minutes away from being busted. I bet it’s swarming
    with cops right now.”
    “And?”
    “And Logan didn’t want to go. I knew he’d go if I was too
    drunk to stand up, sooo…” Shrugging, he peeled the black silk
    shirt off his shoulders revealing his tanned sinewy chest. “I
    played drunk and I told him you’d kill him if something
    happened to me, so he got Krista to bring us here.”
    That’s my boy. Leaning against the door, Rhys grinned and
    tried to ignore the way the muscles in Sterling’s arms and
    chest flexed as he stood and unbuttoned his jeans.
    Sterling noticed him looking and flexed a little more and
    added a wiggle to get his jeans off. Brat. “Dang it.” He
    seemed to notice he’d forgotten his boots and flopped back
    onto the bed with his pants around his thighs and his erection
    straining the black cotton of his boxer briefs.
    Rhys looked away. He was already hard as a damned rock and
    he knew Sterling well enough to know the kid was going to try
    his damnedest to get Rhys to fuck him. And that was not
    happening, so he